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Highlights from the Venice Biennale - 2019

Below are some of my artist highlights from the Venice Biennale this year. Each artist represented here profiles the experience of people of colour, simultaneously 'decentering' the Western canon so prevalent within the arts. The images selected make visible the 'Black body' in various environments and guises, and can be seen as drawing attention to the 'hyper-visibility' of the 'Black body' in society on the one hand, whilst on the other hand Black people have historically been rendered 'invisible' in art history.


Njideka Akunyili Crosby

Lynette Yiadom-Boakye

Kudzanai Violet-Hwami

Henry Taylor

Khalil Joseph

Tavares Strachan

Henry Taylor

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